There I was, sitting in my favourite tavern, The Inn of the Red Moon, minding my own business, discussing chests with a young tomb raider named Ha Bibi. The wine was flowing, the barmaids were friendly, and I was enjoying my night.

And then that old wrinkled man (well I guess it was a man - hate to think it was female) appeared at our table and started talking to us. He was after an adventurer or two for his employer. Poor guy, didn't even realise how ugly he was. Even after I offered him some of my special ointment that I had traded for off an old gypsy woman. How blunt could I be? Well we accepted his card, and arranged the meeting for the next day.

So after he left us, I arranged for Ha Bibi to spend a long night with one of the barmaids. She educated him in the ways of the world. Of course she was doing it for me, hoping that it would mean that she would be my woman.

Poor girl ... didn't she realise that it would never work out between us?